SHOUT OUTS/ANSWERS
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Power Rangers belongs to Haim Saban and Nickelodeon. Flashpoint belongs to CBS and anyone else affiliated with the show. I just own the plot.
"What's going on, Jules?" Ed wondered.
"My name-my real name-is Kimberly Hart," Jules said.
"What?" Ed asked.
"I was a gymnast, and I was training for the Pan Globals," Kimberly told him. "Oh, I really wanted it," she continued.
"So, what happened? An injury?" Ed queried. That must've been tough, he thought to himself. But it still didn't explain why she had lied to them about her name. Kimberly shook her head.
"No, I wish that was it," she answered. He looked at her in confusion as Jason, Tommy, and Katherine stepped close to her and touched her arm sympathetically. "I was being stalked, Ed," she continued.
"What?" he gasped.
"I had to disappear. It was the only way to survive. And I became different people," she stated.
"How'd you get into being a sniper?" Ed wondered.
"Took some criminal justice courses, loved it, and the rest is history," Kimberly answered.
"Huh," Ed mused. "And the name?"
"Juliana's my sister-in-law's name and Callaghan is from Tommy's favorite movie though I spelled it differently," Kimberly replied.
"Dirty Harry?" Ed asked.
"Yep," the four chorused.
"So, I'm curious. How'd they get here so fast?" Ed wondered. Hesitantly, Kimberly looked to Jason and Tommy, who glanced at each other, and then to Kat, who gave them a smile. Jason nodded.
"I believe he'd allow it," he told her.
"My Dino and Animal Spirits called out to them," she answered.
"You're what?" Ed queried. Had she hit her head after getting shot?
"Ed, Jason, Tommy, Kat, and I-we used to be Power Rangers," Kimberly told him.
"What?" Ed asked. Power Rangers? He had heard about them while training in the Academy. At first, the monster attacks seemed to be contained to Angel Grove, and then different cities began having problems and got Rangers. While some officers thought the Power Rangers were either a publicity stunt or menaces, Ed had always had a respect for the teams that fought for their cities. I can't believe I've been working with a former Power Ranger, he thought to himself.
"Ed, are you okay?" Kimberly questioned in concern as Tommy approached him.
"I think I need to sit down," he answered.
"Easy, man. Breathe," Tommy said, helping him to a sitting position. Meanwhile, out in the halls, Sam and Greg were having their own conversation.
"So, other than the way Jules handled the situation with the subject, what else is bothering you?" Greg questioned.
"It's nothing," Sam insisted.
"Sam," Greg prodded. Sam sighed.
"I just-I couldn't believe she cast me aside like that," he said. "I mean, she lets those three strangers in and not any of us?" he continued. "And besides, how'd they get here so fast? It doesn't make sense!" Greg blew out a breath.
"You're right. It doesn't," he admitted. "But Sam, I'm sure she'll explain it soon," he continued.
"Man, I'm just going to go. It's obvious she doesn't want me here."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, it'll give me a chance to take in a Frederick Dustin show." Greg watched as Sam walked out of the hospital. Minutes later, the young officer was at the club where Frederick Dustin was performing. The man was tall with black hair and broad shoulders. He was wearing the standard magician's outfit of a two-piece suit that consisted of a black jacket, white shirt, black pants, white, socks, and block shoes. He laughed at some of the tricks he performed. Then, he and the others oohed and aaahed at the illusions
"I see that we have an exceptionally receptive audience today," Frederick commented. "You, young man, why don't you come on up?"
"Uh, well, I…" Sam stammered.
"Come on, don't be shy!" Fredrick invited. The other patrons shouted encouragingly and Sam approached the stage. As he made his way up the steps, Frederick smirked. Yes, this boy will do quite nicely, he thought to himself.
"I have to warn you, I don't hypnotize very easily," Sam stated.
"Where have I heard that one before?" Frederick quipped and the audience laughed. Then, he pulled out a pocket watch and swung it in front of the officer's face. What no one knew was that at the back of the club, a woman with brownish-red hair and brown eyes was staring at him. So, still squandering your second chance, are you? she thought. Well, I'll stop you, you can count on that, she silently vowed. Then, she disappeared into thin air.
